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Duaa Yousuf
Duaa Yousuf
St. Patricks Girls High School
The Oppressed (tale Of A Poor Boy)
Published On Oct 5th 2011
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My life is an abridged film,
as bouncy as it can ever be.
There are many tales in it,
horror, fiction, but never fit.
Many ups and downs, many scolding,
Halt my way at all happenings.
Many wishes, many hopes,
drowned in sea by climbing ropes.
Dispute and fight among my kin,
made me loose my dearest fins.
I'm a human and not a fish,
yet I need to fulfill my wish.
Shelter, clothes and the food,
are needed to bring my good mood.
Begging, crying and asking for help,
help me recover my shrieking yelp.
A needless child, here I am,
with many sobs, dear Ma'am.
Don't bless me your wealth and money,
I only want my sweet honey.
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Comments 7
Lionel Really nyc poem!!!!!!! Nd i wantd 2 tel u tht i m in class 8-c St.Patrick's girl high school as u askd me!!!!!! Lionel
Jan 4th 2012
Duaa Thanx Duaa
Oct 26th 2011
Bint waseem GUD!!111 Bint Waseem
Oct 15th 2011
Arshia Very nice poem indeed... DUA Arshia
Oct 9th 2011
Urooj Nycc...... Urooj
Oct 6th 2011
Duaa Thank you naima Duaa
Oct 6th 2011
Naima Gud Naima
Oct 5th 2011

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